My Story 2

At school the next day, I sat next to Stephen in homeroom, glad of his presence, and his honey-suckle-and-leather smell.All the night before I had images of James’s hand creeping up my thigh, undoing my pants, the searing pain.His blue eyes leering into mine, a blue so much colder and hate-filled than Stephen’s… In a way, Stephen was a cure for my suffering.The jokes he told made me laugh, he’s incredibly smart, and everyday without fail he brought me something--a pencil, a drawing of me, or simply something from his lunchbox.It was endearingly sweet.A few girls had shrieked at me in the halls, “You’re going out with Stephen?! Stephen _______?! ” But their comments slid off of me like jello on a hot car roof.I couldn’t hear them, couldn’t see them.When Stephen was around, it was like a million light bulbs in wake of the sun.He simply outshined them.When the dance rolled around, the very first one in my life, I skipped a little bit of school to get ‘beautified’.“This is the only time I’ll let you do this, so don’t get used to it, ” Mom warned, fishing eye shadow out of an ancient makeup bag.We curled, styled, primped and preened until finally I felt confident.Mom drove me to school, waved goodbye, and was soon on her way.I walked down the silent hallway alone, hall pass in hand and my books balanced on my hip, I took a deep breath and entered science.Everyone looked up from what they were doing.The boys’ eyes popped, the pretty girls glared, making me flush self-consciously.Mr.O greeted me warmly, commenting on my looks as well.I stammered out a thank-you and took a seat.The girl that sat beside me was there, to my disappointment.As I got out some paper and borrowed the notes that had been taken while I was gone, I saw a scrap of paper flutter lightly onto my desk.Turning it over, I saw that it read , You look beautiful.My heart soared as I recognized Stephen’s chicken-scratch handwriting.(aka, messy) Thank you.I scribbled back hastily.Of course, nosy seat-to-the-right-girl read my note, making overly noisy exclamations about how ‘cute we were together’.I wanted to strangle her, but decided she wasn’t worth it…at least not today.When the end of the day rolled around, all the nervous six graders, casual seventh graders, and confident eighth graders made their way to the middle school gym.I gasped at the pulsating lights, and how much bigger the gymnasium looked in the dark.The first thing I did was head to the girl’s bathroom, fighting my way past make-up clad girls to a mirror so I could survey my reflection.What I saw surprised me.My honey-blond hair, normally a long, tangled mess, was arranged neatly into curls that bounced around my face.My small green eyes with their ring of eyeshadow looked bright, and my black dress shirt with vibrant explosions of lilac made me look…less fat.As I stared at myself, wondering if I had switched bodies with some other girl, my mind inevitably drifted back to James.I had learned by now that those things he did were called ‘masturbation’, and that he did those things right before the rape had taken place.I look back now with wonder at how innocent and sheltered I was.I also found out that James wasn’t allowed back in Florida for something he did to another girl close to my age.Remembering where I was, I shook my head like it was an etch-a-sketch and re-entered the crowd, looking for a familiar mop of black hair.Stephen tapped me on the shoulder, grinning, as Leona Lewis’ “Bleeding Love” began to play.We revolved slowly and awkwardly together, and I think I stepped on his foot.“If this is making you uncomfortable, you can let go, you know…” Stephen said softly.I looked into his eyes and held him closer, a strange surge of calmness and certainty falling over me.At this moment I knew that he was perfect for me.To be continued...
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anonymous user
Katie,why don't you shut up for once? Most of your posts weren't secrets either.
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gabriella
Katie,why don't you shut up for once?
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gabriella
this is so interesting, you should make a book

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peaches
You write beautifully(: Don't give up on it(:
you're very strong to have made it through that. I know how awful it can be :/
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Crxfmxhn
this is your lift story, nota secret.
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